This is a song about "Grease monkey"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan